Becoming the Fifth Second of Summer - a FanFiction

My Protector

I look to Marcus in worry, Mr Davis steeping closer to us. My hand tightens around Marcus', my knuckles flashing white.

'Should have known that the two fuck-ups would eventually find each other.' Mr Davis spits at us, his mouth twisting into a snarl. 'You guys deserve each other.' Marcus pushes me behind him, my hand not leaving his.

'You know what Mr Davis, Ive had enough of this shit. You're a prick who takes out his anger out on teenagers, because he has nothing better to occupy his sad little life with. Thats the truth and you know it. ' His back tenses, his shoulders rising with every word. Marcus starts to walk around Mr Davis, I stay hiding behind his back, dragging my skateboard behind me. Mr Davis doesn't make any move to follow us, and I say a little prayer in thanks. When we are far enough from him, Marcus brings me into his side, looking down to my bruised face. 'Are you okay?' I nod, pressing my head to his chest. Im so glad that he stood up for me, I don't think i could handle another encounter with Him.

We walk together to the door to the main building, and i shoot a quick glance at Mr Davis. He is still standing where we left him, looking dumbfounded. I smile. He fucking deserves whatever he gets.

The bell rings for tutor group, and Marcus and I have to part ways. Its weird, it feels as though I wouldn't be able to breath without him being there. We walk down a corridor, and stop at my door. I turn around to face him, and i fiddle with the buttons on his cardigan. Hmm, I think i'm going to steal this if i ever get the chance. He laughs, and pulls me into a warm hug. I stroke his back, m fingers tracing the pattern of the burgundy knit. I lean back, more aware of the students walking past us, smirking away. Our arms still linked, Marcus whispers to my ear.

'Meet me on the track at lunch okay?' I nod, and giggle at the tickling feeling of his breath on my neck. I spin around, and go through the door, trying not to look back. I make my way over to my usual seat in the corner. I sit down slumping my bag onto the seat next to me and the skateboard by my feet.

Ding! I grab my phone from my pocket, and smile at the name on my lock screen.

New Message: Marcus

I like that jacket on you

I laugh to myself, smiling at the cute compliment. I hear a knock on the window looking out to the corridor. I look, and see Marcus standing there, pulling a face against the glass. I laugh out loud, and ignore the strange looks i receive from my classmates, and start to type on my phone, often glancing up to the window to catch Marcus' eye as i type.

To: Marcus

Why didnt you tell me before?

New Message: Marcus

cos i was nervous i guess..

I look to the glass, and i beam at his cute little nervous face. He blushes and I grin back. He waves his hand to brush off the limelight, then waves a goodbye, before disappearing across the hall. Why is he so cute?

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